Every motherfucking day is job. Every day a fight. Nothing ever came without one. Fight is what I must always do. I’m good in a crisis, yet long to be free of the shackles that chain me to my nemesis: Me. Every day with the aging face that greets me in the mirror. Cares and […]
My want of you My lack of you My forced seperation from you Is the fire Which encircles my heart. Fuelled by time In which I burn.
Anxiety. It’s such an innocuous sounding little mouse of a word, isn’t it? Yet to billions across this Earth it’s a disease, a blight upon their lives, the scourge of their daily existence. I say ‘existence’ not ‘life’ because with anxiety, you don’t often live your life in peace or happiness, what passes for emotional […]
is a smoke filled glass room, if you even have a room at all…
Sat here in a bathrobe, damp from the shower, and monster feet slippers that were someone’s idea of a tasteful Christmas gift, I clutch my coffee like my life depended upon it. It does… Wednesday. Gym day. I’m hung over, when not a drop of alcohol passed my lips yesterday. For once. The eyeless pale […]
Do empty platitudes and false gratitude. Life is too fucking short. And I’ve already seen enough Death With more of him, Cresting the horizon Under black sails…
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